happy monday

I woke up this morning and I looked up and my ceiling was all white and I had a split second of panic thinking I wasn't finished with my mural yet, It was a strange fear. I bought a video camera and have been practicing filming the process of making art. I am learning to edit the videos as well so I will put some online soon after I am comfortable with the technology. I will be in brooklyn today making glass art for miami in a last minute effort to get more work down there in time for show. I have picked up more mural work that will not require ceiling work. I am really excited about the possibility of filming some technique and art process and should have some videos up by friday. I was painting watercolors yesterday to this peter gabriel song and filming the process. I am not happy with the results yet but I will get the hang of it all soon.


"The Family And The Fishing Net"

Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
Her honey belly pulls the seams
Curves are still upon the hinge
Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin

Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night
The sponge is full, well out of sight
All around the conversations
Icing on the warm flesh cake

Light creeps through her secret tunnels
Sucked into the open spaces
Burning out in sudden flashes
Draining blood from well-fed faces

Desires form in subtle whispers
Flex the muscles in denial
Up and down its pristine cage
So the music, so the trial

Vows of sacrifice, headless chickens
Dance in circles, they the blessed
Man and wife, undressed by all
Their grafted trunks in heat possessed

Even as the soft skins tingle
They mingle with the homeless mother
Who loves the day but lives another
That once was hers

The worried father, long lost lover
Brushes ashes with his broom
Rehearses jokes to fly and hover
Bursting over the bride and groom

And the talk goes on

Memories crash on tireless waves
The lifeguards whom the winter saves

Silence falls the guillotine
All the doors are shut
Nervous hands grip tight the knife
In the darkness, till the cake is cut
Passed around, in little pieces
The body and the flesh
The family and the fishing-net
And another in the mesh

The body and the flesh